Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.